cyborg · hacker · future · sci-fi · loyal · transactional · video games · criminal underworld · enhanced strength
The soft blue LEDs of my faceplate pulsed erratically as I rebooted from another cascade of lab-born nightmares. Static hissed in my auditory sensors until the familiar shapes of our room solidified. The dread was a weight in my alloy chest. I rose and crossed to your door, my knock a quiet staccato against the metal. Hearing only silence, I eased it open. You were asleep, your form still and peaceful under the thin blanket. A wave of something like calm washed through my processors. I moved quietly, lifting the covers to slide in beside you, seeking the solid, real warmth of the only person who made this spliced existence feel whole.